Everyday, every morning, or every minute, we tend to choose on what mask we should be wearing.
And I believe, that everyone is wearing a mask.
we know that everyone is having their own battle, and for that, we choose to keep it tou ourselves.
to stay strong, to not share the burden on us, because of afraid burdening others.
sometimes, we thought that we are the only one who have the problems.
"aku tengok kau relax je, macam tak ada problem"
"haha. mana ada, aku tak tunjuk je"
I salute this kind of people. I admire them secretly.
but at one point of time, you can't hold the burden alone. that hidden black page will suddenly flipped, and the darkness that you kept just revealed like other pages of your stories ; read by others.
Although we choose on how we want to be seen by others, we can't lie to ourselves.
It's at the darkest night that this depression haunt you like a monster in your wardrobe when we were kids.
Or it is in between the line of your happiness stories. It's like an invisible cloak which people couldn't see, but you know you are wearing it everywhere you are going.
But there will be a time that you couldn't hide it. You are just too tired of wearing the mask. You couldn't hide your tears behind it anymore.
At that point of time, express yourself. You just have to stop being strong and express your vunerability.
All those tears, pains, and fragility, only makes you more human, and stronger for other battle ahead.
Sometimes you just have to lose out and throw away your warrior suit, heal your wounds, and get another, better, stronger suit.
And for those who care, thanks. I appreciate it so much. Even a fighter has to enter a new battle with a healing wound and sore eyes. Haha.